Bill Knott

(1940 - 2014 / Carson City, Michigan)

Another Hole For W.R Rodgers - Poem by Bill Knott

Speak like a singularity, a lack
residing deep inside every lock, just
past the point keys can jab: against all thrust
make safe-ensure your door's core is held back,

for reckless access to that pure center
quarks more quintessence than taking exits
from those pried voids whose secret quickly sates:
ubiquitous if Space presses Enter.

Which inadmissible sill still calls loud
with imagine: our skeleton keeping
each such portal neither open nor shut,

unhoused of that exclusive dustborne cloud
we breathe, though there must be something
it accumulates, accommodates: what?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, March 9, 2012

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